Three years ago, Lyla Dalton fled from the glittering lights of Las Vegas and the ruthless man who rules the criminal underworld, Gavin Pyre. She created a new identity and has been living a quiet life, but that’s at an end. He’s found her and is bringing her back to where she belongs.

As Lyla navigates through the dark secrets of her past, she’s forced to face a man who won’t accept no for an answer from the woman he still claims as his.

“This rollercoaster is one where you don't know whether to hold on for dear life or put your hands in the air and enjoy the crazy, heart-pounding adrenaline rush the Crime Lord' s series takes you on. Lyla and Gavin's story is incredible, heart-wrenching, spectacularly action-packed, and hot as all hades!”-Gwendolyn, Amazon/Goodreads reviewer

Excerpt

Morgan glanced both ways as she unlocked her door and swiftly entered. She knocked the main light switch with her elbow, set her keys and purse on the stand beside the door, and froze.
A man sat on a stool in her kitchen. As she took a step back and slammed into the door, her mouth opening to scream, he shook his head in warning. The small gesture made the scream die in her throat. Morgan stared at the man in the black business suit with an awful sense of doom clawing at her throat. He had merciless black eyes and a scar through his left brow.
“Lyla, come away from the door,” Blade said.
Lyla. She hadn’t heard that name for three years. Panic grabbed her by the throat. Her past couldn’t be sitting in the apartment she shared with Jonathan.
“It’s a good thing your boyfriend is away. I had orders to kill him,” Blade said calmly.
She took two unsteady steps forward. “Jonathan has nothing to do with this.”
Blade cocked his head to the side. “You think not?”
“I’ve been gone three years,” she rasped. She thought she was safe.
“Yet here I am.” Blade withdrew a phone from his pocket. He swiped his finger over the screen and jerked his head at her. “Come, Lyla, say hi to Gavin.”
Nausea churned in her stomach as she watched Blade dial. She was torn between running or snatching the phone to break it into pieces. She did neither. Instead, she watched with her heart in her throat. Even though she knew running would be pointless, she took a step back.
Blade’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Don’t, Lyla.”
She heard the threat in his voice and froze. She was well acquainted with Blade, Gavin’s personal bodyguard. Blade was unflinchingly loyal to Gavin and would carry out any task, legal or illegal.
“Blade, please,” she whispered.
Blade gave her an unreadable look before he focused on the phone in his hand.
“She’s here. Come, Lyla, Gavin wants to talk to you,” Blade said pleasantly.
Blade turned the phone toward her. Gavin Pyre looked back at her. Her heart thumped so hard in her chest she was afraid she might have a heart attack. Gavin hadn’t changed. He wore a deep V-neck shirt that showed off his defined chest. He was otherworldly handsome with shoulder-length black hair and stunning amber eyes. Gavin’s intense gaze skewered her. The boyish charm he used to fool everyone into believing he wasn’t dangerous was alarmingly absent.
“Lyla.”
Her name rolled off his tongue. The sound of that deep voice, the one that haunted her dreams, made her take a step back in self-defense.